What is it about blood sucking?

Elongated canine teeth, strange vocal intonations, monstrous gothic castles, and amusing old-fashioned words have inspired me. I didn't think that a 19th century novel would be the source, let alone 'Dracula' by Bram Stoker, let alone a Literature text!, but it has and I'm feeling the vibe again. The juices are a-flowin'. Almost to the point of starting a serial story like my friend Luke has done with Ashton X. [Sidenote: Ashton X and Dracula are similar in that they both are told with diary-like recollections of events. Hmm... fascinating. Yet at the same time, not so.] Unsure as to whether I'll also adopt that method of story-telling. We shall just have to wait and see what happens in that regard.

Now, by posting my intentions I know that I leave myself open to a verbal barrage of abuse that will rain down upon me if I don't follow through with this, so I'm hoping that will help me stick to my word. Hoping. Taking my pet birds hostage would probably be a bit extreme, but a little forceful encouragement might be required.

Off to another tute I go. Perhaps inspiration will strike!

Dale.

Ghost-Writing

*** For the REAL stories of Ashton X and his teenage struggles head over to www.ashtonx.blogspot.com - they're much more well-written! ***

Forgive me Luke...

Unfamiliar Territory

“Joey’s Pizza?”
“Nah sorry man, you’ve got the wrong number,” I respond.
The phone disconnects. The call was from a private number, like Miss Reynolds’, which was why I thought it was her. A tad on the confused side I check my phone’s log: it’s empty. There’s no record of any calls. Staring at it in disbelief I check my inbox, my contacts. Both have been completely wiped. By now I’m starting to wig out, not like hyperventilating or nothing, but probably one level below needing to find that brown paper bag.

I punch in Alex’s number, ‘cause I know it by heart.
“Hello oh deeply flawed one,” Alex answers kinda jovially. “What’s up?”
“Do phones like, ever spontaneously lose all their memory?” I ask, feeling like a dweeb.
“Huh? No… Not that I know of… Oh don’t tell me, you broke your dad’s phone or something didn’t you!” He laughed .
“Nah, it’s just… Nah just forget about it.”
“Ash, is everything alright?” I could hear concern developing in his voice. “Do you want me to come round?”
“Just forget I asked,” I say coldly and hang up.

I dunno what made me be so harsh to Alex, he sure didn’t deserve it. I was just feeling off. Mum was always on about hormones and stuff, but I don’t think it was that. Sure, the whole fiasco with Miss Reynolds had been putting me off my game too, but it wasn’t that either. I fell on my bed and stared at the ceiling – I really needed to do something about the glow in the dark stars that covered it from corner to corner. Imagine if Miss Reynolds was here and saw them, what would she think? But the chances of that happening now were about a mega-bazillionth to one. Absent-mindedly I flicked on the tv. Some junk show about spoilt rich kids came on. What the hell was wrong with me? I just couldn’t shake this stupid, annoying feeling. I decide to call Alex back to apologise and reach for my phone.

“We interrupt this program with breaking news…” I sit up and the feeling in my stomach intensifies. “The international hero Super X has been captured downtown today, and authorities are clueless as to his present whereabouts or how the captors were able to neutralise the hero’s incredible powers. In an elaborate plan…” The sound of the tv faded into the background. I was such an idiot! The feeling in my stomach - how could I not have realised?? It was Seth.

He needed my help.

Cars [Transforming and Otherwise]

This is the week before I go to Queensland and it’s pretty jammed full of stuff. I don’t really know how it happened – I sure didn’t instigate the majority of happenings – but I ain’t complaining none. Yesterday was cool for several reasons, and uncool for a couple of others.

Why yesterday WAS cool:

• Kiel came around… In his new car! It’s red, primarily, and a 2000 Mazda 626 secondarily.
• I got to go cruising in above mentioned red car.
• When Mark got home the three of us played Buzz Music Quiz and I poned [yes ‘poned’].
• I didn’t have to mop or sweep or force niceties as I didn’t work!
• I got to see Transformers [possibly one of the coolest movies ever] with Matt, Dan and Simon.
• The car didn’t die on the way to Transformers.

Why yesterday WASN’T cool:

• I ate Maccas for lunch, then Krispy Kreme donuts from the Knox store, reluctantly ending my determined boycott of the place [because it deemed me unworthy as a potential employee all that time ago].
• The car didn’t transform into a cool robot as I was driving home.

Tonight I’m going to Cheers. Tomorrow I’m flexing my muscles at mini-golf [and perhaps putting a little too] with Luke T, Matt and Simon. Thursday is my last shift before I go away, and it’s during daylight hours – I’ll have to allow some time for my eyes to adjust. Friday I’m going to the gym with Luke R and Ian. Saturday morning I leave!

There are a couple of people I want to see before I go, and I’ll get in contact with those unlucky ones probably before the end of today.

A final thought… Lately I’ve been having a lot of dreams in which I’ve been naked for no apparent reason. I’m wondering if it’s symbolic of anything, or if I just subconsciously enjoy not wearing clothes... :)

Dale.